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EYES OF A CHILD

DADDY WHY DO YOU TOUCH ME

MOMMY WHY DO YOU HIT ME

I AM JUST A CHILD

MENT TO RUN AND PLAY

BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN

I AM MENT TO RUN AND SKIP

BUT I AM SORE FROM THE TOUCHING

DADDY WHY DO YOU STICK ME WITH THINGS

MOMMY WHY DO YOU HELP HIM

I WAS JUST A CHILD

SO FULL OF LIFE

I WAS GOING TO START KINDERGARDEN TODAY

BUT I LIE HERE IN A COFFIN

GOD IF YOU ARE THERE

WHY DID YOU NOT HELP ME

DADDY WHY DO YOU HURT ME SO

MOMMY WHY DID YOU GO ALONG

THEY ARE BURING ME NOW

MOMMY, DADDY WHY DO YOU NOT CRY

I WOULD HAVE BEEN 12 TODAY

I FEEL SO ALONE

I WISH I COULD HAVE PLAYED

THEY HAD ANOTHER CHILD

THE CYCLE BEGINS AGAIN

DADDY WHY DO YOU TOUCH ME

MOMMY WHY DO YOU BEAT ME

I WANT TO PLAY

BUT I LIE IN A HOSPITAL BED

I WANT TO HAVE FRIENDS

BUT I CAN'T FACE THEM I'M TOO DIRTY

THEY TOOK MOMMY AND DADDY AWAY TODAY

I CAN'T SAY I AM GLAD TO SEE THEM GO

I AM IN A GOOD HOME

I AM NOW 19 YEARS OLD

YEARS HAVE PASSED

FROM THOSE FAITFUL DAYS

I STILL SLEEP WITH THE LIGHT ON

I SURVIVED

BUT I KNOW MANY DON'T

I AM A LUCKY ONE

OR SO I THINK

Death of the Innocent

A baby crying in its crib!

Wanting to be fed.

No one comes to comfort the infant!

It cries in the pain of hunger,

It cries in the solotude of loneliness.

Does its mother not hear?

Does its mother not care?

The baby chokes on its own trears and sweat.

But does this mother cry?

A child screams in the night!

Was this child beaten?

Does this child deserve this punishment?

The answers we know.

A child can not defend itself.

The father beats the child till blood is drawn!

Will this child recover?

This we can not say.

The child dies!

But does the father mourn?

A teenager drinks a shot.

Is the parent there to see?

Does this parent even care?

The scars on this humans body,

Tells the tail of the hell of life.

Was it the parent?

In a last letter this teen tells of the horror!

The young adult drinks one last shot.

The child commits suicide!

Do the parents weep?

COVER UP

HIDING ALL MY FEELINGS

HIDING BEHIND A SUPERFICIAL MASK

SOME LEARN TO SEE PAST THEM

MOST NEVER EVEN CARE TO LEARN

I AM NO MASTOR OF DECEPTION

BUT I HAVE HIDDEN FOR SO LONG

NO ONE SEES WHO I REALLY AM

I HAVE HIDDEN FOR SO LONG

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO OR WHAT I AM

REACHING OUT I NEVER FIND WHAT I WAS LONGING FOR

REACHING OUT NO ONE CARES TO SEE

SEE BEHIND THE SUPERFICIAL MASKS

THAT HAVE HIDDEN ME SO MANY YEARS

HIDING ALL MY FEELINGS

HIDING BEHIND A SUPERFICIAL MASK

SOME LEARN TO SEE PAST THEM

MOST NEVER CARE TO LEARN

I AM NO MASTOR OF DECIET

THOUGH I HAVE LIVED SO LONG HIDDEN

I NO LONGER KNOW WHO I AM REALLY AM

I AM AFRAID TO TAKE OFF THE MASKS.

THOUGH I KNOW I MUST SOMEDAY:

THAT DAY MAY BE TODAY,OR MAYBE TOMARROW ,

WE MAY NEVER KNOW BECAUSE;

NO ONE CARES TO LOOK .

TO SEE THE GIRL BEHING THE MASK

HOMICIDE

NO ONE KNOWS THE ANGER INSIDE,

SOON THEY WILL SEE,

AS THE ANGER TURNS TO RAGE!

I COMMIT HOMICIDE,

BUT ONLY IN MY MIND

NO ONE CARES TO SEE THE ANGER INSIDE,

WHEN THEY FINALLY DO,

IT WILL BE ALL TOO LATE!

I COMMIT HOMICIDE,

BUT ONLY IN MY MIND.

A LIFE STILL LIVES,

A LIFE DOES NOT MOURN,

A LIFE NOT GAINED,

A LIFE NOT LOST,

BUT ONLY IN MY MIND.

THE FRUSTRATION GROWS:

NO ONE KNOWS THE ANGER INSIDE,

AS THE ANGER TURNS TO RAGE!

I COMMIT HOMICIDE,

BUT ONLY IN MY MIND.

NO ONE CARES TO SEE THE ANGER INSIDE:

WHEN THEY FINALLY CARE,

IT WILL BE ALL TOO LATE!

I COMMIT SELF HOMICIDE ONE LAST TIME,

BUT THIS TIME IT'S NOT ONLY IN MY MIND.

CHARACTER SKETCH:

THIEF: RIGHT HAND OF CHRIST ON A CROSS,

MURDERER: LEFT HAND OF CHRIST ON A CROSS.

JESUS: SAVIOR, CENTER OF THE TRIO.

CENTURIONS: PLAYING LOTS FOR THE GARMENTS OF JESUS.

NARATOR: READS THE BIBLE EXERT.

BIBLE VERSES: LUKE 23: 39-43

SETTING: HILL OF CALVARY ON THE DAY JESUS WAS

CRUCIFIED.

NARRATOR: READ LUKE 32:39-43

THIEF: HEY YO, MURDERER WHAT UP?

MURDERER: WHAT DO YA THINK? I AM HANGIN' HERE DYING. OH YA

REALLY I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN SUFFERING HERE ON THIS TREE.

CENTURIONS: (ALL THE SAME TIME) COME ON LUCKY NUMBER... (EACH

CENTURION HAS A DIFFERENT NUMBER)

MURDERER: HEY, JESUS OF NAZARETH AIN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE THE SON OF

GOD? IF YA ARE SAVE YOURSELF AND US.

THIEF: MURDERER, WE HANG HERE TODAY CUZ WE DID

WRONG...

MURDERER: OH YA RIGHT I WAS FRAMED.

THIEF: WELL ANYWAY THIS GUY DID NOTHING WRONG....

MURDERER: WHATEVER THIS DUDE IS A LOONY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD HE THINKS

HE IS THE SON OF GOD! IS THAT NUTS OR WHAT?

THIEF: (THINKING TO HIMSELF BUT IS SPEAKING IT) I DON'T

KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON HERE PART OF ME THINKS

THIS GUY HAS LOST HIS MARBLES BUT PART THE

OTHER PART OF ME THE GOOD PART THAT USED TO

LISTEN TO MY MOTHER'S STORIES...

MURDERER: JESUS OF NAZARETH IF YOU ARE THE CHRIST

SAVE YOURSELF AND US. OR IS YOUR GOD NOT STRONG

ENOUGH?

THIEF: OF A COMING KING. WHAT DO I HAVE TO LOSE I AM

ALREADY DYING. SO WHO CARES?

MURDERER: SAVE YOURSELF AND US IF YOU REALLY ARE THE CHRIST.

THIEF: YO, MURDERER, THIS GUY DID NOTHING WRONG WE

DESERVE THIS DEATH HE DOES NOT. BUT YET HE LAYS

HIS LIFE DOWN. HAVE YOU NO FEAR OF GOD?

MURDERER: WHATEVER THINK WHAT YA WANT. YOUR JUST AS CRAZY MAYBE EVEN

CRAZIER FOR FOLLOWING A NUT CASE.

THIEF: (TURNS TO JESUS) JESUS SIR?

JESUS: YES?

THIEF: WHEN YOU GET TO YOUR KINGDOM WILL YOU PLEASE REMEMBER ME?

JESUS: (JESUS TURNS TO THE THIEF) I TELL YOU THE TRUTH, TODAY YOU WILL

BE WITH ME IN PARADISE.

SUICIDE IN ME

KIERSIN: 18 YEARS OLD. LIVES IN AN ALCOHOLIC ABUSIVE FAMILY.

MOM: KIERSIN'S MOM. 36 YEARS OLD. ALCOHOLIC.

DAD: KIERSTIN'S DAD. 37 YEARS OLD. ALCOHOLIC OUT OF WORK VERBALLY AND

PHYSICALLY ABUSIVE.

TEACHER: 3RD HOUR TEACHER. DOESN'T LIKE KIERSTIN.

MOM IS LYING ON THE COUCH WITH A BOTTLE OF RUM IN HER HAND. KIERSTIN WALKS

IN.)

KIERSTIN: MOM?

MOM: WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?

KIERSTIN: PROM IS COMING UP I HAVE SAVED THE MONEY TO GO AND YOU WILL NOT HAVE

TO PAY FOR ANY OF IT. BUT I WOULD NEED THE CAR RIGHT NOW TO GO GET A DRESS

AND THE NIGHT OF THE PROM. IS THIS OK WITH YOU?

MOM: WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE SANTA CLAUSE? NO YOU CAN NOT HAVE THE CAR I NEED IT

THAT NIGHT TO GO TO THE BAR WITH YOUR FATHER.

(DAD WALKS IN HOME FROM THE BAR)

DAD: WHAT ARE YOU TWO LAZY NO GOOD PIECES OF TRASH DOING HERE I THOUGHT I TOLD

YOU NOT TO BE HOME WHEN I GOT HOME. BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE TOO LAZY TO DO ANY

LAUNDRY I LOST MY JOB AGAIN. NOW GET THE HECK OUT OF MY SIGHT.

KIERSTIN: DAD I WAS JUST...

DAD: SHUT UP YOU LITTLE INCONSIDERATE BRAT. LEARN TO FOLLOW DIRECTIONS. NOW GO

TO YOUR ROOM.

(KIERSTIN LEAVES THE ROOM BUT HER MOM STAYS.)

DAD: YOU LITTLE SLUT YOU WERE OUT SLEEPING WITH SOME GUY AGAIN. (DAD IS NOW

THROWING THINGS)

MOM: MARK NO I WASN'T I WAS HOME CLEANING YOUR HOUSE.

DAD: DON'T LIE TO ME THIS HOUSE A PIG STY. YOU DO NOTHING BUT LAY ON THAT

COUCH AND DRINK ALL DAY THAT'S WHERE ALL THE MONEY GOES TO YOUR STUPID

DRINKING.

(KIERSTIN IS IN HER ROOM WRITING A NOTE)

KIERSTIN:

DEAR PERSON WHO FINDS ME,

I AM LYING HERE DEAD BECAUSE I COULD NO LONGER TAKE THE PAIN OF LIFE. I KNOW

NO ONE WILL MISS ME AND NO ONE WILL EVEN CARE THAT I AM GONE. JUST THROW ME IN

THE RIVER SO I AM NOT A BIGGER BURDEN ON MY PARENTS.

FAIR WELL AND GOOD BYE.

ETERNALLY YOURS,

KIERSTIN

(THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL. KIERSTIN WALKS INTO THIRD HOUR LATE AGAIN.)

TEACHER: OF COURSE KIERSTIN YOUR LATE AGAIN. WHY CANT YOU EVER GET TO MY CLASS

ON TIME. DON'T YOU HAVE ANY CONSIDERATION FOR THE OTHER STUDENTS WHO WANT TO

LEARN?

KIERSTIN: YES SIR/MA'AM I AM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

TEACHER: NO GO TO THE OFFICE I AM NOT TAKING ANY MORE OF YOUR BEING LATE I

WANT YOU TAKEN OUT OF MY CLASS.

(KIERSTIN WALKS HOME NEVER GOING TO THE OFFICE. SHE RETURNS HOME TO AN EMPTY

HOUSE. SHE REWRITES THE NOTE.)

KIERSTIN:

DEAR FINDER OF MY BODY,

I KILLED MYSELF BECAUSE MY LIFE AIN'T WORTH ANYTHING ANYMORE. NO ONE IS EVER

EVEN GUNNA CARE THAT I AM GONE. I JUST CAN NOT TAKE THE CONSTANT YELLING AND

ABUSE ANY LONGER. GOOD BYE.

ETERNALLY YOURS,

KIERSTIN

(KIERSTIN REFLECTING ONE LAST TIME ON HER LIFE.)

(ALL ARE TALKING AT THE SAME TIME)

TEACHER: NO GO TO THE OFFICE I AM NOT TAKING ANY MORE OF YOUR BEING LATE I

WANT YOU TAKEN OUT OF MY CLASS.

MOM: WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE SANTA CLAUSE? NO YOU CAN NOT HAVE THE CAR I NEED IT

THAT NIGHT TO GO TO THE BAR WITH YOUR FATHER.

DAD: WHAT ARE YOU TWO LAZY NO GOOD PIECES OF TRASH DOING HERE I THOUGHT I TOLD

YOU NOT TO BE HOME WHEN I GOT HOME. BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE TOO LAZY TO DO ANY

LAUNDRY I LOST MY JOB AGAIN. NOW GET THE HECK OUT OF MY SIGHT.

KIERSTIN: NO ONE WILL MISS ME. JUST DO IT.

(KIERSTIN TAKES THE GUN PLACES IT IN HER MOUTH AND PULLS THE TRIGGER.)

HOUR OF TIME GOES BY

(MOM WALKS INTO HER DAUGHTERS ROOM TO FIND HER DEAD DAUGHTER)

MOM: OH MY GOD!!! KIERSTIN WHY I LOVED YOU WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

(DAD WALKS IN THE ROOM SOBER)

DAD: OH DEAR GOD!! WHY HAVEN'T YOU CLEANED THIS MESS UP YET. JUST THROW HER IN

THE TRASH WE CANT GIVE HER A PROPER BARREL. I EXPECT THIS CLEANED UP BY THE

TIME I GET HOME I AM GOING TO THE BAR.

(FEW MIN. LATER THE PHONE RINGS.)

MOM: HELLO.

TEACHER: HELLO THIS IS __________ KIERSTIN'S 3RD HOUR TEACHER. I AM CALLING TO

INFORM YOU THAT YOUR DAUGHTER IS NO LONGER WELCOME IN MY CLASS SHE CAN NEVER

BE ON TIME.

MOM: WELL MY DAUGHTER WONT BE IN ANYONE'S CLASS.

TEACHER: WHY?

MOM: (SAYS THROUGH TEARS AND SOBS.) KIERSTIN COMMITTED SUICIDE JUST THIS

AFTERNOON.

TEACHER: OH MY. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU GUYS? I KNOW THIS MUST BE A

REAL SHOCK TO YOU.

MOM: NO. I HAVE TO GO CLEAN UP THE MESS NOW. THAT INCONSIDERATE LITTLE BRAT

WAS EVEN MESSY ABOUT IT TOO.

INNOCENCE

THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD

WHEN THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD IS LOST

WHY WOULD IT BE TAKEN

WHY WOULD GOD LET THIS HAPPEN

THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD

WHY IS IT LOST SO QUICKLY NOW

I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWERS TO MY QUESTIONS

NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO ANSWER MY QUESTIONS

THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD

WHEN THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD IS LOST

WHERE DO WE TURN OR GO

I DO NOT KNOW

THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD

WHY IS IT LOST SO QUICKLY NOW

I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWERS TO MY QUESTIONS

NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO ANSWER MY QUESTIONS

KNIVES

EVERY TIME I STOP AND THINK

A KNIFE TWISTS IN MY HEART

DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER

LATE AT NIGHT I SEE HIS FACE

THAT FACE IS A KNIFE IN MY HEART

THE KNIFE TWISTS IN MY HEART

DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER

THE KNIFE IN HEART

IS DRAINING THE LIFE OUT OF ME

IT IS DRAINING ME I CAN NOT FIGHT ANYMORE

HOW DO I GET THIS KNIFE OUT

I DO NOT KNOW

A KNIFE TWISTS IN MY HEART

DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER

A KNIFE TWISTS IN MY HEART

DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER

Lookin' Back

Lookin' back I try to remember,

All the fun we had.

Now that you have gone away,

I feel this void deep down.

Will I ever trust?

Will I ever love?

These things I know not.

Looking back I try to forget,

All the pain you inflicted.

Now that you have gone away,

I still feel empty.

Will I ever live again?

Will I ever go on?

These answers I know not.

Lookin' back I try to find,

A childhood I never had.

The time for that is long since gone,

I feel this darkness inside.

Will I ever be normal?

Will I ever be strong?

These answers I know not.

In lookin' back,

I try to look forward.

NO MORE PAIN

I CAN NOT UNDERSTAND ALL

OR EVEN BEGING TO.

BUT I KNOW THAT I CAN NOT TAKE ANY MORE

DEATH SEEMS SO SWEET

LIFE SEEMS SO CRULE

WHY CANT PEOPLE SEE

WHY CANT PEOPLE CARE

I AM ALONE IN MY FIGHT

GOD SAID HE WOULD BE THERE

BUT HE SEEMS MILLIONS OF MILES AWAY

I CAN NOT TAKE ANYMORE PAIN.

I CAN NOT TAKE ANY MORE SUFFERING

THAT IS ALL THAT I HAVE

I WANT TO END THIS RETCHID LIFE

I HAVE NOTHING LEFT

NOT EVEN THE GOD THAT SAID HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE

DEATH SEEMS SO SWEET

LIFE SEEMS SO EVIL

I KNOW I AM CRACKIN

I KNOW I AM DYIN

I CAN NOT TAKE ANYMORE

I KNOW I WILL DIE SOON

I WELCOME IT

I DO NOT FEAR IT

THERE IS NOTHING THAT CAN HELP ME

THERE IS NO ONE WHO WANTS TO HELP ME

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE

BUT I KNOW WHAT I MUST DO

AND THAT IS RID THE EVIL

I MUST DIE SOON.

I AM EVIL

I CAN DO NO GOOD

I WILL RELIQUISH MY LIFE TO DEATH

REACHING OUT

REACHING OUT WHY?

REACHING OUT WHAT?

REACHING OUT WHO?

REACHING OUT WHEN?

REACHING OUT WHERE?

REACHING OUT HOW?

WHY, SO HE CAN REACH IN

WHAT, TO HEAL THOSE WHO NEED

WHO, THOSE WHO'S LIFE HAS BROKEN THEM

WHEN, WHENEVER YOU FIND SOMEONE IN NEED

WHERE, WHEREVER YOU FIND BROEKNESS

REACHING OUT SO HE CAN REACH IN

THAT IS THE WAY TO FIND TRUE WHOLENESS

The Sounds of Life

The rain pelts on the green meadows,

The wind blows through the trees

All the sounds are sweet:

But not as sweet as the sound of your voice.

The second hand ticks away the time

The laughter of children playing

The sounds are music:

But not like the music of your gentle voice.

The bells from the near by church calm my fears,

Mother singing a lullaby sedates me

The sounds are melodic to me:

But not as melodic as your whispering voice.

These are the sounds of life.

They are what make life worth living!

This I Know Not

I don't know what to do.

There is nothing written anywhere

Saying I must do this I must do that.

Am I playing a head game

This I know not.

I know something happened to me.

This I know not.

I just know that someone has taken something

What it be I do not know.

I am I mean because I am not talking

This I know not

Am I being conceded because I will not talk

because I know not what really happened?

This I know not

I don't know what I am doing anymore

Am I chacing devils

Or am I chacing after God?

This I know not

What is to come of my future

This I know not

This I Know Not

I don't know what to do.

There is nothing written anywhere

Saying I must do this I must do that.

Am I playing a head game

This I know not.

I know something happened to me.

This I know not.

I just know that someone has taken something

What it be I do not know.

I am I mean because I am not talking

This I know not

Am I being conceded because I will not talk

because I know not what really happened?

This I know not

I don't know what I am doing anymore

Am I chacing devils

Or am I chacing after God?

This I know not

What is to come of my future

This I know not

What Shall I Give

What shall I give,

When I have nothing to give?

I have no gift that is fit for a king.

So I shall lift my voice in praise to you.

What shall I give,

When I have nothing to give?

I know I owe no man.

But I do owe you.

I will give you my all.

For you are my all in all!

What shall I give,

When I have nothing to give?

I shall give my life to you to use as you will.

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